Over mountains, and under bridges
Through tunnels, and into valleys
I’m searching
For something that’s image I do not know
An object who’s touch I’ve never felt
The piece to fit the hole in my chest,
Whatever was there I don’t remember
Yet I feel it’s draw ever present
When the rain falls the call is louder
I hear it’s siren in the dead of night
I’m looking for a feeling
One that I’ve only dreamt of
To be loved so strongly...
That I forget how to hate myself
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An Abstract View of Life (
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- Comment from author about the poem: True love is something we all search for. It’s a dream given to us by television and movies. It’s something I’ve longed for and the bitter truth is that for some reason I always end up alone
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
You long for love and you ain't dead yet. Are you near death? I hope not.
So git fella. Get off yer ass and go seek what you long for because:- "it ain't in the saying - it's in the doing".
Nicely written stuff.
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